“At a sweaty, smoky loft-party in Williamsburg recently, amid frequent costume changes and disengaged dance moves, a coed troupe of new-wavers droned about aliens over pre-programmed beats. About halfway through the charade, a friend turned to me and said they reminded him of N*Sync. "Maybe, but not as sincere," I replied. *All Your Faded Things* shares topical aesthetic similarities to this Brookl”
